Third Man Books @ City Lights
Sunday, April 23rd, 2017, 5:00 p.m., City Lights Booksellers, 261 Columbus Avenue, San Francisco
with erica lewis and Rita Bullwinkel
erica lewis reads from her new poetry collection
Rita Bullwinkel reads from her forthcoming work
Being of black, Native American, and white descent, poet erica lewis' mary wants to be a superwoman recounts her family's history, their voices within that history— especially the women on her mother’s side — and her friends’ complex history with race, gender, and class in America, what it means to live with your own history, dealing with a history that has been passed down, and how to move on from that history and its implications.
erica lewis lives in San Francisco where she is a fine arts publicist. In addition to mary wants to be a superwoman, books include the precipice of jupiter, camera obscura (both collaborations with artist Mark Stephen Finein), murmur in the inventory, and daryl hall is my boyfriend. She was born in Cincinnati, Ohio.
Rita Bullwinkel is the author of the story collection Belly Up (forthcoming from A Strange Object in May of 2018). Her writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Tin House, VICE, NOON and Guernica. She is a recipient of grants and fellowships from The MacDowell Colony, The Drue Heinz Foundation and The Helene Wurlitzer Foundation. Her story "Passing" was a finalist for The Conium Review's Innovative Short Fiction Prize judged by Amelia Gray. Her story "In the South the Sand Winds are Our Greatest Enemy" was selected by Joyland Magazine as one of their top five favorite stories published in 2015. Both her fiction and her translation have been nominated for Pushcart Prizes. She lives in San Francisco. Visit: http://ritabullwinkel.com
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Praise for the work of erica lewis:
Every word is held accountable and must carry a sort of gravitas. For all the white space and sparse lines, what remains in the gaps after all the excess has been chipped away is striking. lewis manages to strip language down not to its bare bones, but the particulate marrow contained therein . — The Rumpus
marywantstobeasuperwomanisatapestryofwovencontinuums. Itsimagescontainamethodicalnewnaturalism where one’s past is the frontier, alternating with the brutal urgency of a witness who would save your life. erica lewis’poemsinvestigatethepracticeofidentityandthesumsofnonlinearbiographies. Likearelaxedmusician, she has the small secrets of the day at her fingertips. —Tongo Eisen-Martin, author of Someone’s Dead Already
This book made me suck my teeth and say goddamn, and yes, and thank you. This book hit me right in the ancestors, spoke to me like a sister. erica lewis is aware that time is fiction, in a way that only black women know. A collage of music and memories, language that's lived before, people we carry and people we try to forget, causes and effects, the proverb that "everything is everything." This work is both archival and built from scratch. It's a stunning altar to the past, a balm for the present, and a prayer for what will be . — Morgan Parker, author of Other People’s Comfort Keeps Me Up At Night
This is what it sounds like when a sparrow sings Stevie Wonder, when it casts a lariat around your wits, when it wears all its shit at once, grinds and prays and dances in the overdub till the rain falls upward, being the blues itself, being gospel sung straight into the mouth of the sun, a thrall to love in three-four time. — Julian Brolaski, author of Advice for Others
Open this book and hear the needle drop on the vinyl, the soft crackling surrounding lewis' voice sing her stitched song of longing, love, & pain, heavily sampled with old soul, voiceless ghosts, and the disquieting hum of her living history and ancestors:
“we are beautiful and powerful / some things i know for sure / the story of our love / the place i want to take you / after midnight / when the train comes i will hold you / to find my way back home.”
From poem to poem, lewis lyrically invents a new music to survive the present with its “blue notes that didn't exist before”, and reckon with the past: whiskey and jewels, friendship and fucking, “old blues to cover the new blues”.
Like a dream turned inside-out, mary wants to be a superwoman is vivid, raw, and real, and will make you wanna cry and sing: “when the sky / is pink / with history / and yes / we will set sail / and smoke out / desperate fires / with these wings / and endless rain.”
People still sing goddamn it. Praise be to erica lewis. — Sampson Strakweather, author of PAIN: The Board Game